Qiao Zhan endured humiliation and died full of resentment.
When he opened his eyes again, he was back ten years in the past, face to face with his younger self.
Young Qiao Zhan had just had his golden core removed. Fifteen years of cultivation were destroyed, and the once-promising prodigy had fallen overnight.
He lay in a corner like a dead dog, about to be offered to Elder Zixiao and begin his humiliating decade.
So this was how pitiful I was back then.
Qiao Zhan broke through the barrier and carried the barely breathing boy out of that filthy place.
No one came to save you. I'll save you.
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Qiao Zhan always felt that although his adoptive father treated him well, he was as cold as iron and impossible to warm.
He wanted to know Qiao Shengzhi's past and see the secrets hidden beneath that mask.
The day Qiao Shengzhi caught Qiao Zhan holding his clothes and masturbating, he only sneered, "Do whatever you want."
Irritated by his indifferent attitude, Qiao Zhan boldly pinned him down and kissed him.
Qiao Shengzhi's body was frail, thin, and covered in scars. It was easy to pin him down.
Qiao Zhan pulled off his mask. Beneath it was a face just like his own.
Qiao Shengzhi simply looked at him, his eyes as blank as dead water, without the slightest ripple.
Qiao Zhan fled in a panic, completely at a loss.
When he had wandered for days and finally worked up the courage to return, Qiao Shengzhi had vanished as if he had evaporated into thin air.
He went to ask the chubby boy next door, but the boy said there had never been such a person.
Only then did Qiao Zhan panic.
[World-weary, gloomy older Qiao Zhan (Qiao Shengzhi) x sunny, spirited younger Qiao Zhan, whom he raised]
Theme: Cherish the present
